His refusal to wear socks, but sticking his cold feet on me.
His need to poop naked.
His hoarding of past date foodstuffs. Including a can of collard greens circa 2003.
His habit of saying "What are you up to?" when he has nothing else to say and it's evident that you're up to something really obvious.
The over-usage of soap and body wash. His insistence on using a loofah.
His hoarding of digital images, even the accidental shots inside his coat pocket.
His penchant for taking pictures of any and all birds, particularly pigeons.
The refusal to go to the damn eye doctor, even though one lens fell out months ago and he put it back in upside down, and one of the eye pads is attached with a string that I used in a pinch about 10 months ago.
How he asks "What's for dinner?" when I get home more than an hour later than he does.
How he calls me a thousand times from the grocery store to ask questions, but still brings home the wrong kind of oatmeal.
That the drive-thru window overwhelms him. The choices! The ordering! The awkwardness! He gets all anxious.
That he insists on a turkey for Thanksgiving, even when the smallest we can find is 12lbs..for 2 people.
That he loves me as much as I love him, despite my annoyances, too.
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2 comments:
Awwww! :)
Funny, mine gets that way at the drive-thru, too!
Wait... I thought everybody pooped naked! OMG!
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